Bobo
If, on this particularly lovely of weekends, we were to be at Bobo, happily sunning ourselves, planted in their dream of a garden, our order would look like this. To share for the table, there would be the local oysters with mignonette, a plate of their tuna tartare atop a a slice of brioche toast, and a dish of the smoked salmon tartine, a baguette spread with cream cheese, salmon, onion and grated egg. And to most definitely not share, there would be the Omelette Fermiere, with asparagus, mushrooms and gruyere, side order of fries, and too delicious a treat of chocolate beignets and ganache to round it all out. In the words of the mythical character of a french Rachel Zoe - Je die.
Bobo, 181 West 10th Street
[Photo via @boborestaurant]